You were Daryl's kid. Your father was friends with Rick, but you and his kid, Carl, hated each other.

Carl walks up to you when you were at the gate of Alexandria.

"And where are you going?" He asked, giving you a glare.

"On a walk, dim wit." You responded, crossing your arms and rolling your eyes, not wanting to talk to him.

"Like hell you are, you can't just go out and about. Especially with walkers walking around." Carl responded, grabbing your wrist to drag you back.